First payday of this new job! Grateful to be gainfully employed again!
I’m starting to get a real feel for this gig. It’s going to be interesting because my boss truly is a Nazi in every single way. First, the calendar MUST be done in a certain way and show that you are making use of every single minute. I told you that in an earlier entry. But today he invited me to an “email organization” meeting. Y’all. He explained that he wants me to organize my email exactly the way he does and it is an Inbox Zero method. And that’s fine and good, but I can tell that he’s going to CHECK IT to make sure I’ve organized it in such a way and that I have zero emails at the end of each day. Okay, fine. I’m working from home and on my own personal laptop so I can click around my own personal stuff to my heart’s content. But it’s just kinda the thought that I have to perform my creative job like a monkey that’s kind of weirding me out.
We’re still in the first 90 days, so.
Oh! He sent the whole team an email that was kinda cute - it was an email of photos of his kids in their Halloween costumes. I counted SEVEN kids. What? That’s right, s…e…v…e…n. I don’t even know what to say about that. Maybe he has to be such a Nazi to keep track of them all?
I’m sad that my place doesn’t get trick-or-treaters. My friends are sending me pics of their neighborhoods and all the fun that’s going on. Best Bud hosts a Dominican hot chocolate party for the neighborhood kids and includes a special pumpkin spice liquor for the parents every year. How fun!
I couldn’t remember what I’d done last year during Halloween so I had to look at my PB entries. I was in Utah interviewing for that home fragrance job. Wow! That felt like a blast from the past!
This year feels so anticlimactic. Depressing, even. This is the year that Chandler Bing died.
How to break out of this funk?
My heat just kicked on! It’s COLD here and we’re getting a freeze warning overnight. Brrr. We went from 100+ degree weather to freeze warnings in like two days. Neat. And my jeans still don’t fit! Grumble.
And tomorrow starts…dun dun dun! NoJoMo! You know me - I do this every year and I love it. I should do something else along with it, ya know? It’s not going to be “cut out alcohol” because I’m going on a girls trip in a few days, but maybe it will be something like “30 or more minutes of cardio” every day since I’m trying to lose the depression pudge.
And the girls’ trip is to Mexico, so there I’ll be - the pasty white, fat gringa sitting under the cabana in her workout clothes… laptop in one hand and a giant margarita in the other. There’s a Halloween costume for ya!
If that’s what it takes to snap me out of this depression, then that’s what it takes.
Trick or treat,
GS
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